#K I just want angry Wanderlust

[anja-the-sane-panda]

Listen Just Dance

If I don’t see Wanderlust losing it cus he was forced to clean up his dad’s mess (being tasked to defeat night swan) in the next game I ain’t buying it /hj

[psychologeek-blog1]

A to Z of Human Emotions

Let’s do a quick test: list every emotion you can recall without searching anywhere or asking anyone.

You ready? Go.

I’ll wait.

…

How many words did you come up with? 4? 8? 10? More than that?

Every day, you experience a wide range of emotions you aren’t even aware of (yes, even as an adult). Recognizing different types of emotions and facial expressions build up your emotional intelligence which is the key skill you need to thrive in the world.

(GIF by JosepBernaus on Dribbble)

In this post, I’ll give you an A to Z of of emotion vocabularies. You’ll find some of words from different cultures and languages (some of which are taken from Tiffany Watt Smith’s The Book of Human Emotions). Instead of trusting your memory, I recommend you to save this post to come back to it from time to time to increase your emotional awareness.

Now without further delay, here’s the list of human emotions and feelings arranged in the alphabetical order:

A

Acedia or sometimes called accidie, is an emotion that has no real equivalent today. It was a short-lived but disastrous emotional crisis, usually striking between 11 a.m. and 4 p.m. Its first signs were listlessness and irritability, but it didn’t take long to turn into desolation and despair.

B

Bafflement is a condition when someone faced too many options, particularly those poorly arranged in a disorderly heap, make it hard to follow, or know which direction we should proceed, leaving us feeling frustrated, or angry, even bilious, but most of all exhausted by a surfeit of information that creates a sense of blockage, and precipitates a feeling of existential angst for the random purposelessness of things.

C

Cheesed off is a form of irritation feeling; often described as being ‘browned off’. The expression ‘cheesed off’ can be traced back to the nineteenth century, used by the pilots comparing themselves to rusting engines. The reason why it became so popular among airmen remains a mystery. Some say it’s because cheese turns brown under a grill. Others, because cheese on toast was obsessively eaten while waiting, and the men were, quite literally, fed up with it.

D

Dismay is a feeling of horror and paralysis. It flattens us; it might make us cover our eyes. The term descended from desmaier–Old French, came to describe a feeling; in other European languages, desmaier morphed into words for falling unconscious; in Spanish, desmayo is a swoon; in Portuguese, desmaio is a fainting fit.

E

Envy is a desire to have the material possessions and advantages of others. It’s the sickness that comes on hearing another’s happy sigh, the ache of contemplating their success. As adults, we mostly feel it as a secret vice. It’s there behind the rictus grin that celebrates other people’s successes.

F

Fago is the pity felt for someone in need, which compels us to care for them, but it is also haunted by a strong sense that one day we will lose them. Fago comes in those moments when our love for others, and their need for us, feels so unexpectedly overwhelming—and life so very fragile and temporary—that we well up.

G

Gladsomeness describes the appearance of a glittering, shining thing. This meaning still lingers in the expressions “glad rags” or “glad eye”—the twinkle that attracts a lover. In the fourteenth century, gladsum, or gladsomenesse, began to be used to describe a brightening of the soul too, a sparky, bouncing feeling, which today we might be more likely to call joy.

H

Hesitant (rooted from Latin word, haesitant), is a condition when you’re slow to act or proceed (as from fear, indecision, or unwillingness). If you are hesitant, you do not do something immediately or quickly because you are nervous or not certain. 

I

If you are inquisitive that means you love to inquire; you're always asking questions. You are eager to know a lot about people or things, sometimes in a way that annoys people. 

J

Jealousy involves the fear of losing a person or their affections to someone else. It is triangular: me (the victim), you (the traitor) and the other (the thief). Such treacheries are all the more painful for the feeling of having been discarded. It is this threat that makes jealousy so inflammatory—and intimacy such a risk.

K

Keen came from the Old English word, cene, that translates to ‘bold and brave’ and while the spelling is now really different, the sounds are similar. If you are keen on doing something, you are very interested, eager, or wanting to do that thing very much.

L

Lenient means tolerant or relaxed, and is usually used when we’re talking about someone’s attitude toward discipline. If you're not overly strict, and you show tolerance and mercy when someone does something wrong, then you're being lenient.

M

Malu, roots from Bahasa Indonesia, is the sudden experience of feeling constricted, inferior and awkward around people of higher status than us. You might be experiencing malu if you clam up before your partner’s parents, or a conversation with a former headmistress leaves you staring at the floor and sweating.

N

The word neglect comes from the Latin verb, neglegere, which means ‘disregarded’. Neglect is worse than ignoring something. It's ignoring it, failing to care for it, and probably harming it in the process.

O

When something isn't fair, or offends you, it often results in your feeling outraged. When you're outraged, you're furious. When you're outraged, you're furious. You might be outraged over the rude treatment you get at a fancy, expensive restaurant.

P

Pathos is a quality that stirs emotions (especially pity or sorrow). A song with a lot of pathos hits you right in the heart. When someone tells a story about people suffering that makes you feel for them, that's pathos.

R

Came from an old French word meaning ‘carried away’, rapture is a feeling of emotional ecstasy so magical it's almost as if you've been transported to some other world. It's happiness so extreme that you just about float to heaven, complete with big goofy grin plastered to your face.

S

Serenity came from the Latin, serenus, meaning ‘calm or peaceful’, plus the English suffix -ity, meaning ‘quality or state of’. Serenity used to describe a state when your mind is still and perfectly calm.

T

Triumph came from the Latin, triumphus, which means an ‘achievement, success, procession for a victorious general or admiral’. It'll make you pump your fist and yell "Hurrah!"

U

Uneasy describes an uncomfortable feeling. You might feel socially uneasy when dining with your girlfriend's parents if they don't like you very much. Your stomach may also feel uneasy at that same dinner and gurgle in an embarrassing way.

V

If you spend all day admiring yourself in reflective surfaces — mirrors, pools of water, the backs of spoons — people may think you are conceited, or vain.

W

The German word Wanderlust describes a kind of longing for movement that runs as deep in the human psyche as love or fear. It’s the desire, as old as human life itself, to see what lies beyond the next mountain, or outside the boundaries of the village—and may leave us with the gnawing feeling that life only makes sense if we are traveling in some direction or another.

Y

A yearning is a strong desire. If you have a yearning to travel in Maldives, it means that you dream about it and intensely hope that one day you'll end up there.

Z

Zeal is dedication or enthusiasm for something. If you have zeal, you're willing, energized, and motivated. If you have passion for something, you have zeal, which is kind of a mix of eagerness and energy and devotion.

That’s all, folks! Isn’t it amazing how many of these emotions we already felt but didn’t know there was a word of it?

If you keep expanding your emotional vocabulary, you’ll be much more comfortable when dealing with your negative emotions and much quicker to appreaciate the positive emotions.

How many new words did you learn today from the list of emotions? Share this post with your friends with one new word you learned today.

[abundantchewtoys]

HS Epi: Meat p12 reaction

Back to Earth C presumably.

I gotta say, I'm curious to find out the final page count of Meat. The way we liveblog, the experience is stretched out, so with theories surfacing and such, we might be caught off guard when things are really over. There's only so far that things will be taken, though I guess we're still in for those "original Male/Female characters", I guess. :P That shouldn't refer to the new Reload timeline John created, I think, with copies of all the people mentioned in the rest of the character list. So, uh, yeah, guess the reason Arquiusprite wasn't mentioned in there was because he remained unseen, voided out if you will. And I guess we shouldn't expect an alternate Equius to have a talking role, either?

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Well! Talk about jumping straight into the action, this page opens with a dialoguelog! Back to Dave, Karkat and if my eyes didn't deceive me, we'll get some lines for Jade, too! Supportive Jade will be supportive.

"hit jane right in her neoliberal austerity measures" ... Hah. Well, I didn't think that would get referenced again at all, but it seems after all these years since John's 18th birthday Dave still has issues with the ol' N.A.M. So, Jane's a neoliberal AND a fascist now, Dave? Is that... even feasible?

"DAVE: now shes gonna spin some shit about supply side economics but we cant let her control the narrative on that one cause the first thing thats gonna happen once she begins deregulating the baking industry is that some sweet dumb crocodile down in consort land is gonna start putting sparkle glue in the cupcake mix which isnt even the real issue thats just surface issues KARKAT: RIGHT. JADE: definitely" ... Like, Dave I admire you're getting so into this, but you realize they aren't following, right? Also, why would Jane want to deregulate the baking industry if she's the leader of the foremost power in said industry, as well as running for president? Plus, Jane can't control the narrative because Caliborn is already controlling it! :mspa:

"DAVE: i mean earth c has just been play acting capitalism the last five thousand years while we timeskipped ahead to live rad lives as gods without bothering with any of the boring shit that goes into making a civilization DAVE: which is fine i mean you cant really expect a bunch of teens who didnt finish middle school to set up a sustainable form of social democracy that isnt just blatantly ripped off whatever we incorrectly thought obama god rest his soul was doing back in the day" ... Gee, Dave's given this a real lot of thought. Props to him, but I hope that aside from becoming 'an activist' he's also got some legitimite action points to improve Earth C's situation.

Guess Sburb really does a number on players, huh? "Congrats, you won, you're all gods now, and also, here's this whole civilization on the brink of collapse, have fun with that. Don't mess this up, I need those people to start the apocalypse in say, 2000 years, k thx bye." (The fact that this civilization, being outside of the Green Sun's influence, may never implement Sburb, is a bit besides the point since I think the trolls would have had the same issue tossed onto them had they actually gone through the victory door.)

Right, but the trolls had their home planet already effectively run by children, I wonder if that will come again? Even though they had carpenter droids at their disposal to run some things for them, they might actually be a bit more self-reliant than the humans!

"DAVE: but janes got this old school mentality you just know she wants to restrict grist alchemy for the sake of “growth” and when that goes down itll take three seconds flat for some nobody in new dersetown to drop the earth c communist manifesto" ... New Dersetown, I like the ring of that. Would call it New Dersey for short, though. :P Again, valid points there, Dave! If any revolt started, it doesn't have to be in the troll community, it could just as much be an angry carapace uprising! They're only docile if there's no one to rally behind.

Blaperile has this idea that the new society in a universe is not supposed to be seeded with the remains of the session nor the universe that came before it. That's actually a valid point; the only reason this society got kickstarted was through the cloning apparatus that was on the meteor! The consorts and carapaces seem like they would be able to reproduce biologically though, so I'm not sure how Sburb normally ensures the planet is a clean slate for a new species to emerge. ... Okay, so the planet itself doesn't really need to be the place where a new Sburb-playing species rises, true. There's a whole new universe out there.

Maybe through "importing" old Sburb technology, the "alpha" planet designation went to Earth C automatically, though.

Or maybe First Guardians are expected to 'cleanse' the planet from outside influence normally, but since this society's outside of the Green Sun's influence, that ain't happening. And Jade won't be going Thanos on Earth C.

"KARKAT: OH YEAH. JADE: of course DAVE: are you two even listening or are you just making noises with your mouths" Dave realizing he's monologuing? What character development is this. :O

"KARKAT: I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M BEING ACCUSED BY DAVE STRIDER, REIGNING EMPEROR OF SPEWING ENDLESS VERBAL DIARRHEA DIRECTLY INTO MY INNOCENT HEAR DUCTS EVERY DAY OF MY FUCKING LIFE, OF MAKING THOUGHTLESS MOUTH NOISES. KARKAT: JADE, ARE YOU HEARING THIS? JADE: im scandalized JADE: especially when JADE: there are much better things we could all be doing with our mouths....." ... Jade, your animes are showing again. ... I think that maybe Jade doesn't want this relation to be going where Dave and Karkat want it to go.

"It’s been a really nice day they’ve been having, and then Jade had to go say something like that. The air in the hive changes in a way that is palpable, in a way that she can’t seem to accurately gauge despite having both superhuman and superdog senses." ... Ah. So I guess maybe Jade just can't get a lid on some of her more... canine inclinations, at time. Welp!

"Elements of her outfit resemble her god tier jammies: peasant skirt, sparkly flats, and a bold choice in striped tights." Nice! That's only the third person who created an outfit based on her god tier outfit that we know, aside from Meenah and Rose.

"the couch where she crashed last night, and the night before that, and the better part of the seven years before that." It would seem Jade has the wanderlust then, she's more like the vagrant dog that comes visiting from time to time? More GCAT in demeanor than Becquerel, in practice. Heheh. Good for her, after being isolated on an island and then a battleship for so long, she's finally going out & seeing things!

"There are other personal effects of hers in the living room too: plants on the windowstill, her bass guitar sitting in a corner" Cool, so when she comes over, she typically lounges here then. Guess the flute never made it over, though. :p

"a horrific-looking periodic table that Dave made her for her seventeenth birthday pinned above the stairwell. He typed it in Comic Sans, and then deep-fried it to oblivion with JPEG artifacts." ... Next up, on For Fans By Fans...

"And Dave, with his preternaturally perfect timing, sweeps a hand over his tablet to bring up a new PowerPoint slide on the TV. He returns to his Comic Sans-written political presentation, gruesome artifacts and all" Dave, Dave that isn't professional at all!

", with the grace and proficiency of a man who has diffused an awkward situation in his own household many times per day, every day, for many years." Well, okay, that is really mature. But when Dave is the adult in a situation, the situation is very awkward per definition.

"DAVE: alternia: brutal eugenics based space dictatorship KARKAT: NOT UNTRUE." Succinct, brutal, but not dishonest.

"DAVE: troll homeworld: lord of the flies nightmare scenario where kids murder each other just to get the chance to get to grow up and murder other aliens instead KARKAT: IT WASN’T THAT BAD." Karkat. Karkat that isn't a valid rebuke.

"KARKAT: YOU MADE THAT LAST ONE UP. KARKAT: ALSO, IT WAS DISGUSTING?? KARKAT: GROW THE FUCK UP, YOU UTTERLY CONTEMPTIBLE, POTTY MOUTHED *CUNT*." ... The irony is stark.

"JADE: also you know trolls dont actually have two dicks dave thats an offensive stereotype" Are we really doing troll anatomy? Well, I guess it's good to know that the fan theory about Sollux at least isn't applicable to the entire species.

"DAVE: trolls: literally ate babies KARKAT: ONLY THE DEFECTIVE ONES. DAVE: like you my dude KARKAT: ...YEAH. DAVE: so thats why our campaign can work" Yeah, Karkat ate grubs, though they weren't troll babies. Also, yeah, Karkat was a mutant, but I wonder if that would really help his case here.

"DAVE: btw im gonna be giving a long form exam at the end of this to make sure youre retaining info because this is only like the most important thing weve ever done collectively" Well he ain't wrong.

"KARKAT: ARE YOU ASKING ME WHETHER I’VE HEARD THIS EXACT SPEECH ALMOST WORD FOR WORD, INCLUDING REHEARSED VERSIONS OF BOTH THE COLORFUL METAPHORS AND “JOKES,” TEN OR TWENTY TIMES ALREADY? KARKAT: BECAUSE THE ANSWER WOULD BE KARKAT: YES, OF COURSE I FUCKING HAVE." Poor, poor Karkat.

"Karkat elbows Dave in the thigh, a move that is obviously meant to be an action of pure, brotherly jest. But instead it comes off as affectionate and overly intimate. Jade’s clever eyes don’t miss this. Her pupils follow the motion of Karkat’s arm, and then they follow the movement of Dave’s mouth as he smiles in what he probably thinks is a totally neutral expression that reveals exactly 0% of his true feelings toward Karkat Vantas. In reality, his veneer is as thin and transparent as cellophane. He is the only person who can’t see through it.

Jade does some calculations in her head. Two kinds of calculations, in fact: mathematical ones and personal ones." So, is Jade reading too much into their relationship, or are the dudes just... Both too shy?

"JADE: soooooo JADE: do you want a projection of her first years hit on the economy down to the decimal with a 0.3% margin of error JADE: because thats a thing i can do if itll make you stop talking about this stupid election for ten minutes" I didn't know that were First Guardian powers! :p I suppose it might be her natural intellect though, but we've only known her as the hands-on science type until now.

"She proceeds to dazzle the two boys with explications on complex math utilizing taxation rates, GDP figures, and some damned thing called the “Laffer curve,”" Dang, Jade is as much committed to this as Dave! (Or maybe she learned all this because it means so much to him, that could be it too!)

"The thing about Jade Harley is that she’s not as good at personal things as she is at other things. Like science, or mastering fraymotifs, or kissing, the last of which she has definitely put a lot of levels into over the past few years because, well, what else are you supposed to do with immortal godhood once you hit the age where the dog hormones start kicking into overdrive?" Guess for dogs, kissing isn't that personal. :p And well, I guess Jade's only now learning the real consequences of turning into a real-life furry. At least she won't have had lack of candidates to practice kissing with. She might even have become the Witch of Spacing Out Young Adults.

"Her high-prescription lenses make her eyes look anime-huge. They might literally be glittering, she’s so completely serious about the issue she is trying to stress." And the fan artists rejoiced for all the new descriptions they have to work with!

" JADE: im about to lay out some cold hard evidence so pay attention! KARKAT: OH, HANG ON, LET ME GET A PEN." You can't live together with Dave for years without learning when it's time to start taking notes and grab a fucking pen.

"JADE: evidence about..... JADE: our relationship! KARKAT: FUCK" Pfff, okay, never mind. I think Jade might have hit a wall several times over before, trying to either define their relationship or take it to the next level. These dudes are really sensitive about their feelings, after all.

But it would be interesting, learning Jade wants to know where they stand just as much as the outside world does.

"JADE: you let me live in your hive when im in town KARKAT: I CAN’T BELIEVE... JADE: im preeeetty intimately entwined in both your lives KARKAT: THAT YOU’RE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS? JADE: AND you dont disengage from about 86.234% of my flirtations KARKAT: WAIT, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU KEEP TRACK OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT? JADE: so....... are we doing this or not?" So, just like with taking on Lord English and acknowledging the lit fuse that is Earth C society, I guess the coming around of April 13th 2019 is when Jade had enough of all this silly business and wants to know what's what. (Also, I suppose the level of intimacy they shared on beforehand will be left to speculation.)

"KARKAT: DOING WHAT?! JADE: dating dummy!!!!!!!! KARKAT: OH. KARKAT: THAT IS KARKAT: THAT IS... A COMPLICATED TOPIC IN MY CULTURE THAT I’M NOT SURE HUMANS ARE EQUIPPED TO TALK ABOUT." Smooth, Karkat, real smooth. Maybe Karkat fears commitment will lead to some of their relationships shifting into other quadrants. And he wouldn't like to be moirails or auspistices with either of them.

"DAVE: also totally unrelated to the economy" ... Nice try Dave, but I think this can't be steered back into that track.

"DAVE: which not gonna lie is the only thing i want to talk about for uh DAVE: for however long it takes for this other conversation to stop happening JADE: so say no!!! DAVE: well KARKAT: UHHHHH JADE: im not just forcing this conversation for my sake! its for you two as well JADE: i mean after all this time have you two even kissed yet?????? DAVE: wha" I think Dave and Karkat might actually have been both content to stay uncommitted and fearful to put a label on it. Also Jade's question will presumably remain unanswered, it's already surprising it's confirmed she hasn't seen them kissing. And that is ignoring the matter of whether either Dave or Karkat kissed Jade before. I guess it's only fortunate for this situation that this instance of Jade never dated Davesprite, it would only complicate things further.

"DAVE: wha KARKAT: WH-WHY WOULD DAVE: uhh KARKAT: WHY WOULD WE KISS?? DAVE: thats KARKAT: THAT’S... YOU... I MEAN, HE’S... HE’S DAVE. DAVE: we KARKAT: AND I’M KARKAT." PFffffffff, hilarious! I can just see them blushing like tomatoes right now. Can't keep staying in denial bros!

"JADE: yes hes dave and youre karkat and everyone we know always calls you that JADE: “dave and karkat”" Hah! Yeah, but they also think you're part of the item, Jade. Care to shed some thoughts on the subject?

"JADE: i cant remember the last time i heard anyone mention one of you without the other JADE: the two of you have basically been together since your days on the meteor its SO obvious" Jade has turned this from a personal matter into a fandom matter. "Everyone and their dog knows you're dating, guys! Stop pretending otherwise!" It's interesting to note the different ways Dave has been seen handling relationships. When he dated Terezi in the GO timeline, it went south due her troubles in the black quadrant. When Davesprite dated Jade, it went south due to unresolved Dave issues, presumably having to do with his bros. With Karkat, Dave's been in a stable-ish thing for the longest time, though.

" KARKAT: VERY CLOSE FRIENDS WHO UNDERSTAND AND SUPPORT EACH OTHER ON A DEEP AND EMPATHETIC LEVEL THAT GOES BEYOND HATE OR PITY. YOU COULD EVEN SAY THAT OUR RELATIONSHIP... KARKAT: ...TRANSCENDS QUADRANTS." ... PFfffffff, so this could have been what it was like for the Sufferer and the Disciple, then! They were just never ready to commit? That would actually be funnier than it being this deep and fulfilling relationship. It would also make Doc Scratch' misgivings on the relationship even more hilarious.

"JADE: yeaaaaaah not gonna lie karkat but that sounds totally kinda gay KARKAT: UGH YOU HUMANS AND YOUR UNFATHOMABLE GENDER BASED QUADRANTS." ... Heh. Actually. Too trolls, the whole gender-based romance thing we have going must indeed be as unfathomable as leprechaun romance.

"Jade faceplams." Well that's a new verb. ;) What part of the body is the 'plam', exactly?

" KARKAT: ANYWAY WEREN’T YOU... DATING THAT CARAPACIAN COUPLE? LAST TIME WE CHECKED?" Lolwut. Jade. Jade are you... are you being a Ms. Casanova, a paramour or two in every city you frequent? If WV and PM turn out to be alive for the sole purpose of dating Jade, I'll choke on my drink.

" DAVE: wait you saying we arent fun JADE: whens the last time either of you left the house??????" I know Jade means it as in, she'd like to date them for keeps. But I also fulheartedly believe Dave and Karkat can sustain themselves on delivery pizza and chinese chow.

"In her other hand, she tries to grab Dave’s wrist, but he flash-steps to the other side of the couch." Well that's a new use of the power, guess Dave must really have felt alarmed. :p

"JADE: i wanna try dating for real KARKAT: HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED KARKAT: SORRY IF WHAT I’M ABOUT TO SAY TOTALLY BLOWS YOUR MIND KARKAT: DATING A SINGLE PERSON, FOR MORE THAN HALF A SWEEP, FOR REASONS OTHER THAN INITIATING THE CONCUPISCENT EXCHANGE OF FLUIDS?" Karkat is trying to throw the issue back into Jade's face by saying she should try dating for a longer period of time. But that's exactly what she's trying to do here! She knows who she wants that with! That poor little troll, he's not getting out from under this.

"JADE: third of all karkat arent you from a culture where people are expected to engage in romantic relationships with up to like five people at a time?? KARKAT: THAT’S NOT KARKAT: THAT’S NOT THE SAME THING AT ALL." If he's trying to avoid getting dragged into quadrants with people, he should stop upholding the validity of the quadrants to hold people off. :p

"DAVE: ok jade i think theres a flaw in your approach here cause you seem to think winning an argument on super clever logical grounds is gonna get a couple dudes to break down and fling themselves at you in like, a sexual way JADE: wellll it usually does ;B DAVE: oh my fucking god" So she swoons people by way of her big brain. Jade's got CLASS.

"This earns Dave a look. A long, sad one that has Jade messing with her glasses again so that she can peer right at him and apply some more of that faulty personal math to his facial expression." Just confirmation here that Jade isn't necessarily correct in all her assessments due to not being objective.

"JADE: dave are you in love with obama? DAVE: jade jesus where do you get this shit from JADE: is it about jesus then??????" Aaaaaand this has been derailed again.

"DAVE: no! DAVE: jesus wasnt even real JADE: i know he wasnt real! JADE: wait... JADE: are you saying JADE: obama was real? DAVE: ... DAVE: yes" Wut. Wai- I- Jade. Honey. Please. Guess for all her involvement in politics since, those isolated years on the island sheltered her WAY too much.

"DAVE: obama was real DAVE: he was the president KARKAT: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA JADE: all this time i thought obama was like JADE: an aspirational fictional character that you modeled your life after KARKAT: AHAHAHAHA I CAN’T AHAHA BREATHE... JADE: like snoop dog or nicolas cage" ... Jade. Jade no. You're just making this worse on yourself. For Jade, there would have been almost nothing in Homestuck she'd have seen as a reference to 'real life', would there?

"senary numeral systems that allow me to do complex equations in my head" ... Why is Base 6 good for complex equations? I'm probably not good enough at math to know.

"KARKAT: WHY IS IT LIKE SOME SORT OF *TRAGEDY* HOW SHE WAS RAISED? KARKAT: BECAUSE SHE WAS RAISED ALONE BY AN ANIMAL?? KARKAT: *I* WAS RAISED ALONE BY AN ANIMAL!" There! It's getting acknowledged again, how Jade's upbringing more resembles a troll than a human's! Becquerel the lusus.

"There’s a ripple in the room that makes it clear their god tier powers have just clashed against each other. He shifts his arm through time and Jade warps the space around them so that she’s the one holding the tablet. This is not the first time that they have rearranged the fabric of reality for a petty reason like this. Karkat has permanently sworn off playing board games with them." ... Lol. First real use of the god tier powers in Earth C, and it goes like this! Wait, couldn't Jade have snapped... Right, no, she actually wouldn't have First Guardian powers anymore now, I forgot. Still, what did Dave try to do, move the tablet to another point in the timeline?

"The moment Jade brings the paint program up on the television, Karkat stops laughing. KARKAT: NO!" Oh boy. Time for the Penis Quadrant scene, this time with three people. ... This would actually fall under both definitions of a "sketch", actually.

"He tries to grab the tablet from her, but she’s hovering well above the ground and he simply is not tall enough to reach. With a shit-eating grin and deliberate care, Jade begins to draw a grid." He's going to jump up to grab her leg, to disturb the drawing, isn't he?

"She gives Karkat a pair of fuzzy, angry eyebrows" Now I'm starting to think of the Karkat expressions in that one Paradox Space.

"all he accomplishes is turning the redrom trajectory between her and Dave into a redrom loop-de-loop." This is all I could want from a reprise of this scene.

"JADE: see me and karkat have great black chemistry! KARKAT: IT IS NOT BLACK CHEMISTRY YOU HORRID NON-CHITINOUS WINDBAG!" A+ denial there, Karkat, props on the response.

"JADE: and now that daves all chill hed make a great auspistice" Jade just wants all Karkat's quadrants filled by the three of them, somehow.

"JADE: because you and karkat are kind of like moirails DAVE: no JADE: and you and i JADE: well yknow its always been pretty flirty DAVE: jade JADE: EXCEPT!

Jade finishes drawing a shaky heart directly into the paint program. It’s so big and bright on the TV that it fills the entire room with red light." She's putting all these names and symbols to the relationship, it might just be too much for these poor boys to handle. :p

"JADE: i call this political arrangement: JADE: fully automated luxury polyamorous space-time communism!!!!!!!" That is not the shipping name I would've chosen, but it's the shipping name we deserve. And hey, communism! Get it? Cause Karkat had a sickle.

I wonder what Karkat's take on polyamory outside of the ashen quadrant is, actually.

"Jade rolls her eyes and tosses both the tablet and pen over her shoulder. Dave flashes across the living room to catch his very expensive computing device in both arms. The pen bounces off his forehead." This. Entire. Scene.

"JADE: i have to go talk to roxy and callie about the election anyway" Well, she's going to let them stew on this for a while. But I'm eager to find out who Roxy & Calliope would back. You might think Jane's a given, but if she's been busy maybe they have grown closer to Jade & Dave!

"Jade clicks her heels together to propel herself back into the air and actually winks at them before absconding through an open window." Think happy thoughts! Also, I just realized becoming a god sadly never gave Karkat the powers of flight.

"Dave and Karkat both stare after her, silently caught in their own private rationalization spirals.

Karkat needs to verbalize part of his out loud." Ah, but can they stay in that spiral or will they have no choice but to break out of it?

"KARKAT: WANNA PLAY SOME TROLL TONY HAWK? DAVE: hell DAVE: yeah" Yyyyyeaah, they are not going to have changed when Jade comes back, will they?

So even Karkat calls it "Troll Tony Hawk", not whatever absurdly wrong name it'd have on Alternia, and not whatever Tony Hawk's duodecimal name in Alternian would be. :P

[measuringlife]

Measuring Monday: Daddy

Tumblr has been my quiet safe space for 8 years. This has been a place to grieve and be vulnerable. Much of what I compiled below for this week’s Measuring Monday was already written and shared here over the years. Only now am I beginning to share my writing more publicly and I am thankful for the space and community here when I was less brave.

The world lost a great man 11 years ago yesterday. My world especially got a lot dimmer and for sure a lot less funny.

My Dad was awesome. He was born in Brooklyn and raised on Long Island in the same town I grew up in. He was the first in his family to attend and graduate college (with an Art degree) and after being a hippie in Southern California for a few wanderlust months he went back for a Masters in Education.

My Dad was an art teacher in a low income, minority school district and he LOVED IT. He spent his ENTIRE 33-year career in the district. After teaching for 20ish years he went on to administration. He was a middle school assistant principal for a number of years and then a high school assistant principal for a number of years. They wanted him to be principal, but he didn’t want to deal with politics.

When I was in first grade my Dad started a Saturday enrichment program for K-12 students, he ran the program for 12 years. Some of my favorite childhood memories were from that program. My Dad also piloted a night school program within the school district so people could get their HS diplomas. My Dad was a pretty big deal in the K-12 Education world. Even after he retired he couldn’t stay away. The last year of his life he was teaching in an education certificate program at a Dallas Community College. My Dad was great at what he did.

We shared a love of many, many things, especially musicals. RENT was one of our favorites and after he died “Seasons of Love” took on a new meaning. I’m measuring those years within my “dash” (it’s a great poem if you are not familiar, look it up) in daylights - in sunsets - in midnights - in cups of coffee - in inches - in miles - in laughter - in strife and more.  Back in January 2010, a friend of mine challenged me to measure my year in cups of coffee, which lead to measuring my miles, my body, my health and the rest is history. I get a lot of joy and satisfaction in measuring my life. It makes life seem a little more permanent and a little less fleeting at times.

The last 3-4 years of his life I pretty much talked to my Dad every day, even multiple times a day. Since he was retired he was available to talk whenever. I generally would call him when I was walking to and from class in grad school. Even if it was just a few minutes we’d have a great chat. I can honestly say we were best friends. There are still times when I wish I had my Dad to call.

Our last day was a fabulous Daddy-Daughter day - we were dorks and really called them that. Little did I know that a week later he would be taken from me. I was living in North Texas at the time, 5 months into my first job out of grad school and I was going through a rocky patch. My Dad lived 2.5 hours away in Dallas and wanted to come up for the day to cheer me up. Plus my he was having gastric bypass surgery that Thursday and I really wanted to see him before then.

Part of the reason I moved to Texas was to be closer to my Dad. My parents got divorced after my freshman year of high school and he stayed local, but once I went to college we never lived in the same state. I was in Connecticut and he was in New York or Florida or Texas. I saw my Dad so much in those 5 months we both lived in Texas it was wonderful, some of our best times. I had a lot of ups and downs with my Dad, but our last few months were so much fun.

That last time we hung out I drove up to Oklahoma so we could go to the casino and play some slot machines. Well on the 20-mile drive to Oklahoma I get pulled over on a Sunday afternoon for doing 77 in a 70. I honestly wasn’t aware of my speed because it was an open road and because my Dad and I were singing along to the Aida soundtrack on the top of our lungs. I was so upset about the ticket, but my Dad comforted me and made me feel better, he always did. After the casino, we came back to my apartment, rearranged furniture, and just hung out.

I didn’t want him to leave. I had a sinking feeling about everything. That was the day he told me he was getting gastric bypass over a lap band. I wasn’t a fan of his decision to have either surgery, particularly not gastric bypass. He was 6'2 and 300-325 pounds MAYBE. He has lost 100 pounds through diet and exercise when I was in high school and he kept it off for 8 years before quickly gaining it back after he retired. I was disappointed that he was resorting to surgery. He had been talking about lap band for 6 months and talked to many doctors, went to consults etc. Then within a week of his surgery, his doctor talks him into gastric bypass.

His surgery was Thursday, a week before Thanksgiving. 3 days later that Sunday morning, November 18, 2017, my phone rings at 6:30am. I knew before I answered the phone that he was dead. He was still in the hospital and he essentially bled out internally. A blood transfusion and proper care could have saved his life. I was 2.5 hours away in North Texas not having been fully informed or able to fully comprehend post-op complications and too naive to realize I needed to come down. No twentysomething really thinks their Dad is going to die. I had just spent the prior Sunday with him and was scheduled to come down to Dallas Tuesday for the night before flying to NY for Thanksgiving.

I was devastated, I still am. My whole entire world forever changed. Everything about that day and the weeks and months that followed, including a failed wrongful death lawsuit due to the Texas good old boys club, was a nightmare. I sometimes wish I could “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” much of it.

He was 58, I was 24, and my sister was not quite 22. None of us were ready for him to be gone forever. My sister and I had already lost him once in 1998 when my parents separated and he moved out. To quote a friend who wrote about her Dad on his one year anniversary “I feel both lucky to have had my dad for so many years and angry that he was taken from me when I and he were too young. If I know anything better today than I did last year, it is exactly how complicated and messy life and death and grief are.”

My story is a complicated one on many levels. It’s a lot to bear, especially around the Holidays. Family drama and a Mother that I have a terrible relationship with makes things extra hard. There is no winning with her ever, my Dad was one of the few who really understood. I miss having him on my team. The sad reality is the 11 years that he’s been gone have also led to the 11 worst years in my relationship with my mom. A relationship that was rocky to begin with due to her alcoholism and emotional abuse.

The complications of life and death and grief were something I wasn’t expecting and it really causes tremendous pain. However, out of tragedy, I was finally able to find the motivation to get healthy and fit. I did the work, no shortcuts, no fad diets, and most importantly no surgery.

To quote a message from another friend years ago, about losing her mom, "Sometimes it takes the death of a loved one to wake us up. I consider that a lasting gift from my parent.” I found such comfort and hope in those words. My Daddy didn’t need that surgery and didn’t need to die. Sadly he did, but I refuse to let my weight control my life. I also couldn’t have his death be in vain. So in 2010, I started running, I took charge of my health. I also started fundraising for Accelerate Brain Cancer Cure (ABC2) since most people who have lost loved ones find solace in charity work and there wasn’t a community for my loss out there. So I adopted David Cook’s charity of choice since watching American Idol during those dark months that followed helped me get through each week.

And here I am 11 years later and in the best shape of my life thus far. I thank my Dad for that lasting gift no matter how painful it’s been. I only wish he was here to see me now and the wonderful all-around person I am today.

I’ll leave you with this. One quote I remember my Dad telling to me in a time of struggle in my life was, “Plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.” That quote has meant so much to me over the years. YOU only have one life and YOU need to make the most of out of, right now.

Love you Daddy.

RDJ 4/25/49-11/18/07

[inmyblindspot]

blindspot fanfic: (updated) master post

Thought I would update my fanfic master post - there have been a lot of new ones since I last posted it! An enormous thank you to everyone who has ever read, liked, commented or reblogged one of my fics - your support and feedback means the world to me and keeps me writing! This fandom is a wonderful, wonderful place and I am so very grateful for all of you. So, below the cut are links to all 174(!) of my Jeller fics and drabbles so far, with many more to come. I have to admit that revisiting theses fics reminded me of why I fell in love with Jeller in the first place. These two are destined to be together and they will find their way back to each other soon.

what i never knew i always wanted i think i wanna marry you starlight hope what i never knew i always wanted wheel of the world in your atmosphere closer (rated: M) tangled up (in your atmosphere) (rated: M) a dream of our own hello, you beautiful thing a little light in the dark golden little miss perfect [part one] | [part two] | [part three] | [part four] (rated: M) the little things tiny dancer intuition sunshine and paper crowns sweet night light sweet medicine all that glitters is gold “lub” for you a week late six days four days quiet time welcome to the family change of plans let it snow a merry little christmas i’ll take care of you at home in my heart big girl bath time with oggie best christmas sunday mornings nothing better suspicious teamwork on pointe puzzling make room ketchup sneaky little one company everything [will be alright]

friendship stubborn love

fluff + romance home where i want to be (rated: M) all i want is to stay us, to stay with you now and if my heart should somehow stop one sweet love stay for a while (or forever) give me your hand and i’ll give you my heart ready to be happy with you so very beautiful in the light [make me feel] good (rated: M) turn around more than i can ever say have a little faith hearts don’t break around here shine everything can’t get enough (rated: M) fall for you together under the stars rising tide (rated: M) yoya with mama jane “like you” my love “do you want to build a snowman?” i’ve got you the rest of our lives footsies milk flowers thankful you get my love finding a new way catch me if you can (rated: M) this christmas ready unconventional to the point a lot, a lot puddles and fred angst lighthome (rated: M) long way from home we always find each other (rated: M) all i see [is you] yours “mama jane” silent promise hold on we fixed it but it’s broken take me back to the beginning where do we go on my mind [we’ve been] lost lately in my mind a place called home just us here, my love try

hiatus countdown fics nine days eight days one week | one more week | a week late six days five days four days three days two days one day today [i see clearly]

#bspromptchallenge: 30 days day 1. battle/battlescars/wounds/injuries: the shape of you day 2. team/family: someone to watch over me day 3. friends/enemies: criminal-ish day 4. past/history/memories: long way around day 5. redemption: i will be your remedy day 6. war/peace: canvas day 7. love: you might break my heart [but i’m still yours] day 8. anger/angry: son of sorrow day 9. betrayal/lies/trust: enough for now day 10. in memoriam/death: [find me] in the shallows day 11. humor/comedy/laughs: surprise me day 12. tears/heartbreak/sadness: i wonder if… day 13. future: when i wasn’t looking day 14. food/drinks: 41 flavors day 15. hurt/comfort: somewhere, somehow [we’ll have another chance] day 16. undercover: lover, come back to me day 17. interrupted/cockblocked: all the luck bonus!fic:  cake day 18. outfits/wardrobe/costumes: i looked up and you were gone day 19. men vs women/ men/women: if you ask, [yes] i’ll answer day 20. trains/planes/automobiles + day 21. children/babies/parents: how long do you want to be loved [is forever enough?] day 22. locations/landmarks: hold on to hope, love day 23. new york city: this love is ours day 24. guests/parties/gatherings: …over the rainbow day 25. languages/international: wanderlust day 26. puzzles/games: i found you [and you] day 27. hair/beards: simple as it should be day 28. locker room/patterson’s lab/kurt’s office/meeting room/the nyo: do you think about me [like i think about you] day 29. home/house/apartment: it could be everything day 30. tattoos: hello, world bonus!fic: when i fall in love [it will be forever]

#bsABCchallenge: A-Z allies/alliances: after the storm badass: beginning cia: the captain dress: delicate elevator: electric fights & felix: feels just like it should gord enver/rich dotcom: give a little bit hirst: here ian kruger aka roman: in a world, in the world jane: just a little while longer kurt: know you better loss: lost and found mayfair: matter of time nightmares: new heights oliver: on our way patterson: punishment questions: quickly, quietly, completely rebellion: remember when sarah weller: somewhere out there terrorism: this time underground: undiscovered vests: valor weapons: we found love x-ray: xoxo years: you make it real zapata: zero to one hundred

[vixxscifiwritings]

like gently falling snow

Length - 4118 words

Characters - Wonshik x Jaehwan

Rating - Teen and Up

Summary - In which Jaehwan leaves his heart with Wonshik and Wonshik grapples with the realisation that he gave his away without knowing.

Series

Tag List -  @tomatoholmes @merlionmen @seraphistols  @k-craze-97 @blossomtearsleo

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01

My lovely November. Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?

– A Waltz for Zizi

"Why did you come back to Paris?" Wonshik asks Hongbin.

He lays on his bed, sleep elusive as ever and watches his brother sketch as he lays on his own bed. Hongbin's bed is the one by the window and the golden light makes the tips of his hair look golden as opposed to brown. His skin glows, though Wonshik thinks it is the sweetness of a deep love that causes it and not sunlight.

It's a small room but it won't be for long. Wonshik has saved nearly enough from his earnings to buy a small apartment in a slightly better neighborhood. He watches as Hongbin sighs in response to his question and wonders if he will need to move to a bigger place when he is inevitably left alone.

"Tell me about Taekwoon, I barely know anything about him" Wonshik says and Hongbin launches into an animated description of him, Amboise and all the people he met there.

He wonders what kind of man his brother fell in love with, after knowing him only for a few days. He wonders if it is fate for them to have met in such a serendipitous way. He wonders if Jaehwan makes a habit of sneaking away pretty boys to far away places.

"It's a shame you couldn't come with us," Hongbin says wistfully. "It would have been a lovely vacation."

"There is never any rest for the wicked" Wonshik replies without looking. His gaze has been fixed out of the window and on the horizon where the sun set an hour ago and the orange sky gave way to blue. The clouds are shaped like pink cotton candy and Wonshik thinks if he reaches out to it, it might melt from the warmth of his touch.

"The café was quite busy today. Looks like it's picking up business. I'll come in tomorrow to help out" Hongbin promises. He feels guilty when he realises his brother has been managing so much work on his own and resolves to do better.

Wonshik waves him off. He has new staff who are quite capable of handling their duties. Besides, he knows Hongbin's heart lies in his art and not washing the dishes or manning the cash register. Besides, the café is just downstairs and if Wonshik really needs Hongbin’s help, he will call for him. He expresses the same and Hongbin makes him promise it.

He closes his eyes as Hongbin's phone chimes and his face lights up at a text from his boyfriend. Wonshik has an early morning and would like to give Hongbin some semblance of privacy.

His own phone is devoid of any messages and he finds that he quite misses Jaehwan, even if his flirtations might mean nothing in the end. Wonshik is now out of sight and out of mind for Jaehwan. He shouldn't raise his hopes. His brother has a once in a lifetime fairytale romance and such fortune isn't meted out so easily.

---

Jaehwan thinks he is lucky enough to catch his breath after endless days of stress. His family is a mess after his eldest brother elopes with the love of his life - a woman his mother disapproves of - and in a fit of rage, his father strikes him out of his will and exiles him from his family.

Secretly, Jaehwan envies his brother for finding an escape route. His parents will never forgive him and never see him or talk to him again. Jaehwan can't think of a greater freedom to aspire to.

"Now you listen to me Lee Jaehwan" his maternal aunt says, wagging a knitting needle wrapped in wool at him. His aunt is the eldest among four sisters and comes down from Sicily to meet his mother and console her after the terrible affair.

"Don't you dare follow in your brother's example. When the time comes, settle down with a good girl of your parent's choosing. None of this elopement nonsense. You'll quite break your mother's heart."

His aunt's tone quivers with rage towards the end and his mother grows  hysterical and so Jaehwan doesn't have a choice but to agree and softly reassure his mother that he would never do such a thing. His aunt moves on to lecture her own teenage daughter and he takes the chance to get a glass of water to drink.

His heart has already betrayed his family's aspirations. Even if he has no expectations of Wonshik returning his affection. When was the last time they talked? Has Wonshik forgotten him? Does he think Jaehwan forgot him?

---

"The only thing worse than Taekwoon liking red wine would be him suddenly declaring he is in love with fruit wines. God forbid such a travesty but my brother has the poorest taste" Jaehwan grouses.

The sun has set over the valley and Hakyeon is napping on Sanghyuk's shoulder and Jaehwan can listen to Wonshik laugh on the other end of the phone. The world is perfect in this moment and Jaehwan lets the warmth besiege his heart.

"What have fruit wines done to you for you to dislike them so vehemently?" Wonshik asks on the other end. Jaehwan can hear him brew coffee from the telltale sounds of the espresso machine.

"It's a matter of principle" Jaehwan insists. Wonshik hums in response and Jaehwan frowns at his lack of indignance on his behalf.

"I wish you were here with us. You would have loved it here" Jaehwan confesses.

"Hongbin said the same last we talked. I was almost envious that I wasn't there" Wonshik replies. It's Jaehwan's turn to hum as words fail him. He wants to tell Wonshik that he wants him here for himself but chickens at the last minute. Perhaps he should have called him after he's had more liquid courage in his body.

"It's a shame that his vacation has to end. I don't think Hongbin wants to come back home" Wonshik jokes.

"He's truly, madly, deeply in love. It's one for the romance novels" Jaehwan says proudly.

"I did ask him if he wanted to stay there longer but he said he felt homesick" Wonshik said with regret ringing his voice.

"I'm sure he'll be welcomed back any time. Hakyeon and Taekwoon both have gotten so close to him in such a short period of time" Jaehwan says proudly.

He doesn't do this often, asking pretty boys to run away with him. It was a spontaneous offer meant for Wonshik but it was probably fate that Hongbin came in his stead. Fate that Taekwoon and Hongbin were supposed to meet like this and for Jaehwan to play his part in uniting them.

"I'm happy that he is happy" Wonshik says as he tinkers with vessels in his kitchen. Jaehwan thinks of his broad frame and the coffee coloured apron he loves to wear and the smell of scrambled eggs that he always orders and is struck by longing. Perhaps he should steal away on the train to Paris and refuse to go to Milan.

"It truly is a shame" Jaehwan says.

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02

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow.

- Roman Payne

"Do you think it will snow in Paris this winter?"  

The text comes accompanied with a picture of Jaehwan in the sunlit neighborhood. It almost makes Wonshik think it is an old picture from earlier in the summer.

It's been a month since Hongbin came back to Paris and their conversation resumes slowly. Jaehwan tells him about his brother's elopement and his father's anger and the sudden onslaught of responsibilities that has befallen him. Wonshik replies that he understands but he doesn't, not really. He doesn't remember his parents and doesn't think they would be as strict as Jaehwan's sound.

"I doubt it. Paris never has snowfall beyond a light dust on the sidewalk even in the coldest winters" Wonshik replies as he keeps an eye on the sauce Chiwoong is cooking.

His newest recruit has the potential to be a chef someday and has an intuitive understanding of flavours and spices but also has the bad luck of burning his food because he never pays attention.

"It never snows in Milan" Jaehwan writes back. "Snow is a rare miracle. And with the high temperatures this year, I doubt it will snow this winter as well."

"I didn't know you liked snow this much" Wonshik says, mildly surprised. Jaehwan is a warm summer sun personified and he vaguely recalls Jaehwan saying his favourite season is spring. Yet the childish petulance in the reply makes Wonshik question his memory.

"I didn't as much when I was growing up but I went to Lucerne for the winter when I was nineteen. It was my first proper winter and it was beautiful."

"Is there a country in Europe that you haven't travelled to?" Wonshik asks jokingly. Jaehwan is the most extensively travelled person he has met. Wonshik never truly understood wanderlust till he met Jaehwan.

"Malta is the only one left. I was thinking of travelling there in spring next year. But as it stands, I doubt I will be going anywhere for a while" Jaehwan replies.

"Maybe spending some time with your family for a while is not such a bad thing. Your parents clearly feel better with you there" Wonshik says.

"Frankly, it's a nightmare here. It was bearable when my brother was around but now I can't wait to get away" Jaehwan tells him. He adds angry emojis for effect and Wonshik finds it cute.

"I might go away to Berlin for a while to inspect my father's factories there. I think I might be there for Christmas."

"Will you be in Paris anytime soon?" Wonshik types and deletes. Why would Jaehwan be in Paris? What reason does he have to travel here? He sends a polite "oh?" in response and Jaehwan texts him about the things he plans to do in Berlin on Christmas and about the winter markets he hopes to catch the tail end of.

Wonshik looks over and sees Woosung plating the salmon and pouring the sauce over. It isn't burnt and Wonshik considers this progress and pats Chiwoong on the back. His crew moves on to tackling the slowly increasing lunch rush and Wonshik takes leave from his conversation to focus on his work.

He idly wonders if he should wish for snow in the winter and use that as an excuse to ask Jaehwan to come visit him.

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December is halfway through when Taekwoon pays Hongbin a surprise visit.

Wonshik and Hongbin take the evening off from work and attend a friend’s birthday. Drunk and out of their mind, they casually stroll down the streets to their apartment. The night is young but the cold makes their noses turn pink and makes them pull their coats close together. Wonshik regrets not bringing a scarf along and stops when they find a rather tall lanky man in a large overcoat that almost comes up to his knees.

“Taekwoon?” Hongbin calls out, uncertain at first. The silhouette is familiar but it could just be the alcohol talking. The man turns and smiles and Hongbin practically skips onto the porch to hug him. That is definitely the alcohol, Wonshik thinks. Hongbin is rarely that forward. Then again, Hongbin is a changed man.

“Surprise” Taekwoon says and his soft voice takes Wonshik by surprise. He stands transfixed, as surprised as his brother is.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Paris?” Hongbin asks, hitting Taekwoon on the shoulder. Taekwoon puts his hand around and whispers something into Hongbin’s ears, making him smile.

Wonshik bows his head and walks around to the staircase that leads up to the apartment. He doesn’t want to interrupt the lovebirds. There will be plenty of time for introductions later

Once back in their shared bedroom, Wonshik pulls his phone out to text Jaehwan. “Did you know that Taekwoon was planning on visiting Hongbin?”

“He was thinking of visiting him for Christmas” Jaehwan replies.

“He’s here today. Hongbin and I were out to meet a friend and when we came back, Taekwoon was waiting for him at the café” Wonshik tells him.

“That’s so romantic. I didn’t think Taekwoon would actually pull it off. He’s more on the shy side.”

“Something we have in common then.”

“Are you telling me that the cheerful café owner that greets every customer who walks in is a facade?!?!?!”

Wonshik rolls his eyes at the excessive exclamations and sarcasm. He throws his coat into the closet and jumps unceremoniously onto his bed.

"I wish I was in Paris too" Jaehwan types. "Berlin is beautiful but it would be better with you here."

"What's stopping you from running away?" Wonshik asks.

"I truly would have if my elder brother hadn't beat me to it" Jaehwan types.

"Seems like the season for everyone to go on grand adventures for love" Wonshik says out loud to himself.

He briefly entertains the thought of running away with Jaehwan. Maybe he can escape to the countryside too, driving to scenic places with wind and stray petals in his hair. A warm summer sun shining down on them instead of this cold winter breeze. Together and not miles apart.

"I wish you were here" Wonshik types and deletes.

---

03

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?

- Lewis Carroll

"You've been distracted as of late" Taekwoon comments. Wonshik sighs because he considers lying but fails to find a good enough explanation. Of all the things he has learnt about Taekwoon in the past few days, the most important is that he isn't talkative. But he is quite sharp and observant and doesn't miss anything.

"It's just been a long day" he says as he wipes the floors. It's past eight and he's closing the café early since there are no customers. Taekwoon is taking Hongbin out for a fancy dinner and Wonshik doesn't fancy spending the night alone at the café. Hence Taekwoon is here, sitting by the counter and waiting for his brother while talking to him.

"I understand" Taekwoon says sympathetically. He sips on the coffee Wonshik prepares for him and takes in the café. Wonshik knows it isn't his first visit but this is the first time he is in his café without being distracted by his brother. His gaze narrows on the bookshelf against one of the walls, by the grand piano and Wonshik almost laughs. Jaehwan and Hongbin always called him a bookworm and he sees it firsthand now.

Taekwoon takes care not to dirty the wet floor and he tiptoes to the bookshelf. He peruses through the collection, mostly French bestsellers and pulls out a book. It's a coffee table book of famous lyrics from romance songs that Inseob, one his closest friends, added to the collection. It's one of the popular ones among the customers who come to his café to read. Wonshik has never paid attention to books but wonders if he should start with this.

Taekwoon stops at a page and reads it out loud. “Quand on n’a que l’amour pour tracer un chemin et forcer le destin a chaque carrefour.”

"When we have only love to show the way" Wonshik translates,  "and change the course of fate at every crossroad."

"It's a mad business, to be in love with someone" Taekwoon says gently. "There's hardly any recourse to sensibility after."

"Is all romantic love that passionate?" Wonshik wonders idly.

"Sometimes love is a roaring fire of passion. Sometimes it is a slowly burning ember, sustaining through a long night together" Taekwoon says. He moves to the piano and presses a few keys. The instrument has slowly gone out of tune and Wonshik feels conscious about the weary state.

"Hongbin told me you liked to play" Taekwoon tells him as he plays a few chords. Wonshik knows the tune as the beginning of a piece that the neighborhood music shop would teach some of the beginner students. He doesn’t know the composer or the fancy names of the chords, just the combinations from playing by ear.

"I used to. I haven't in a long time" Wonshik admits. It's been years and he doubts he will remember anything.

"Jaehwan loved to play too. When he was over at the family house in Amboise, we could hardly tear him away from the grand piano" Taekwoon recalls with a smile. "Did he ever play for you here?"

"Unfortunately no" Wonshik says regretfully. It's one of those things he didn't suspect about Jaehwan, but once learnt fits perfectly into the puzzle that is the man he likes.

"You might be lucky. He would never have stopped if you had let him play" Taekwoon scoffs. Wonshik laughs and Taekwoon admires how his eyes twinkle. Hongbin is the prettiest man he has ever known but his brother is no less handsome.

“Well, I don’t know when Jaehwan will be in Paris next so maybe I am safe for the foreseeable future” Wonshik says. There is a tinge of regret there and it is enough for Taekwoon to pick it up and frown.

“Well, if I know Jaehwan, he would give anything to give everything up and be here in Paris. Surely, you know how he feels?” Taekwoon asks delicately.

“I do…” Wonshik trails off.

“But you worry about the distance between the two of you” Taekwoon says wisely. It’s a common concern of the people who love Jaehwan. He’s never in one place for too long and the worry of being out of sight and out of mind is only natural in people like Wonshik, who tend to choose a place and settle down and look for stability.

“What’s stopping you from visiting him if you miss him so much?” Taekwoon asks. It’s a simple question and a direct mirror of the one Wonshik has asked Jaehwan in their last conversation.

Wonshik has no answer. He’s scared. What if Jaehwan simply said he missed him for the sake of saying it? What if Wonshik isn't on the same page as Jaehwan? The intensity of his own feelings scares him and he doesn’t know how to phrase this convincingly to the man who travelled miles to see the man he loves.

The truth is, Wonshik is a coward who has never liked someone the way he likes Jaehwan or loved so devotedly.

The two are interrupted by Hongbin coming downstairs. "I'm not too late am I? We won't miss the reservation?" Hongbin asks worriedly.

He's dressed in his best light blue shirt and pants that Wonshik lent him and his hair is styled to keep the messy curls in place. Taekwoon's eyes light up at the sight of his boyfriend and Wonshik believes he would react the same if Hongbin had dressed in rags. He feels happy and envious simultaneously.

"You look lovely and don't worry we won't" Taekwoon assures him.

"I'll be late," Hongbin tells Wonshik.

"You have the keys. I won't wait up for you" Wonshik says as he waves the two lovebirds out of his café.

"Think about what I said" Taekwoon says to Wonshik as they leave. He puts his hand on Hongbin's back and gently guides him through the crowd. Wonshik watches the two till they disappear from his line of sight and goes back to cleaning.

Taekwoon has left the book on the grand piano and Wonshik picks it up, reading the page bookmarked as he does.

"À vaillant coeur rien d’impossible (For a valiant heart nothing is impossible.)”

---

Wonshik feels mildly insane as he steps off the train. Berlin is much colder than Paris and there are dark clouds overhead. This is a bad omen, Wonshik thinks. He's in Berlin and he has left Chiwoong in charge and Taekwoon and Hongbin are alone and he doesn't even know if Jaehwan is still in Berlin or has decided to go back to Milan or to Amboise for Christmas.

He holds onto his phone like it is his lifeline. The messages from Taekwoon carrying Jaehwan's current address are on it and he shows it to the taxi driver as he tries to explain where he wants to go in broken tourist-y German.

It's a short drive to the apartment complex and Wonshik gets out, feeling even more anxious than when he got on. Does his hair looks alright? Is this ensemble okay? Should he have spent more time putting something together instead of throwing on whatever was not in the laundry basket? Jaehwan likes to dress well and here Wonshik is, in his warmest pair of jeans and hoodie, looking like a frumpy college kid.

He is momentarily distracted by the snowfall that starts. It is late evening and the sun has set, colouring the sky dark indigo. It's a beautiful neighborhood Wonshik thinks as he find the building he is looking for. Hongbin texts him to ask if is in Berlin yet and if he has met Jaehwan and Wonshik replies in the negative. He's in the building and almost on the floor he needs to be on but his nerves are getting to him.

He decides to bite the bullet and call Jaehwan when he finally manages to find the apartment. In retrospect, he should probably have called much earlier to find out if Jaehwan is at home or not. But it looks like today isn't the day for wise decisions on his part.

"Wonshik? This is a surprise" Jaehwan says as soon as he picks up.

"Yeah" Wonshik lies. "It's Christmas Eve and I thought I should wish you in person."

"Bless your soul. I just had the longest and most terrible day and just listening to your voice has already made me feel loads better" Jaehwan tells him. "You won't believe what happened at the head office today!"

"Are you back home?" Wonshik asks as naturally as he can.

"Yeah, just came back a while ago. I was about to jump into the shower and then call you myself" Jaehwan replies happily.

"You don't think you could let me in before you go take your shower? It's really freezing in the hallway" Wonshik says. There is dead silence on the other end and rushed footsteps and the door in front of him opens to reveal Jaehwan, staring at him in pure disbelief.

"It really is you" Jaehwan says as he steps out into the hallway and hugs Wonshik.

"Surprise" Wonshik says, hugging Jaehwan back. All his previous worries melt away and he feels quite foolish for doubting his decision to visit.

"I don't even… How did… What made you think about coming here?" Jaehwan asks, pulling him inside.

The apartment is warm and Wonshik feels his body relax. The windows in the living room are large and have the view of the street next to the complex, decorated with red and green lights. The night has set in properly and the lights look prettier. The street is covered in the falling snow, adding an outline of white to the fixtures on the street.

"I just thought it would be nice to visit you so I took the train here" Wonshik confesses.

"I see" Jaehwan says, turning a pretty shade of light pink. His eyes wrinkle as he smiles and he looks lovelier than Wonshik remembers.

"Also, I really missed you" Wonshik says. He's travelled miles. What's a few steps more towards the person he has come to love?

"I missed you too" Jaehwan says, putting his hand on Wonshik's chest. He leans forward and places a chaste kiss on Wonshik's lips.

He pulls away but Wonshik chases his lips with a kiss of his own. Before too long, Jaehwan's hands are around Wonshik's waist and Wonshik's hands are in his hair and they are kissing deeply.

Jaehwan hoists him onto the back of the nearby couch and Wonshik wraps his legs around his and kisses him some more. This is a daydream Jaehwan never wants to wake from. Wonshik is real and warm and here and not far away from him.

"Merry Christmas" Wonshik adds when they pull away from each other and Jaehwan laughs. He lays his head on Wonshik's shoulder and sighs. Wonshik thinks he might burst from the intense rush of love and protective feelings.

He manages to pull Jaehwan into a close hug and wonders how he will ever manage to part from him ever again.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

- Albert Camus

[aegir-emblem]

Okay but also like “I’m the tales that the guests will applaud and believe” is the biggest fuck you to Geralt because he’s fucking RIGHT, Jaskier MADE THOSE SONGS, HE. MADE. GERALT OF RIVIA. THE FUCKING WHITE WOLF. F U C K.

And there’s so many fanfics out there and canons and just stuff that explains how Jaskier perceives his career... the exaggerations, the fervency with which he creates this character persona for Geralt is “how he views him” because he admires him and - god forbid after Episode 6 but we know it’s true - LOVES him. Like Song!Geralt was just how Jaskier saw the real Geralt,,,

But that line of FW got me thinking,,, angry Jaskier would try his hardest not to give a fuck. He may not say it aloud, clearly nothing that would discredit Geralt without discrediting himself, but imagine the fucking MENTALITY, the POWER of such spite when Jaskier just GOES OFF.

BITCH. He MADE Geralt of RIVIA, the fucker everyone sees, the hero they want, and THIS IS HOW HE GETS TREATED? Well, FUCK U GERALT.

Wanderlust is Geralt. FAREWELL WANDERLUST. FUCK OFF WANDERLUST.

I’m losing my mind I love bitter TAD Jaskier

Okay but imagine Jaskier writing “Farewell Wanderlust” after the mountain and getting this whole new rep as not only the bard with the lovely voice but the baddie that sings of dark chances and mysterious encounters, coupled with heartbreak and a torment.

“I promise you, I’m not broken. I promise you there’s more.

“More to come, more to reach for, more to hurl at the door.”

-

“Farewell Wanderlust, you’ve been ever so kind.

“You brought me through this darkness, but you left me here behind...”

-

-

Maybe I’m over vibing. But,,, give.

[ecotone99]

[MF] "Namesake" - first short story, open to critique - 2532 words.

Kiara Driscoll scrolled through the lives of others, lamenting that she was not living them. Driscoll watched from afar as the people she passed on the street rushed to something important. She was less than a cog in the machine, the smallest cogs at least served a purpose. Her position as an office manager for the Human Resources Department of a multi-national Student-Loan corporation held no responsibilities beyond restocking pens people didn’t use and rotating K-Cup flavors people didn’t drink.Her classmates were fulfilling dreams in faraway destinations.

She racked up screen time on her dilapidated fold-out in one of those city-adjacent towns filled with residents that desperately wanted to call part of the actual city. Any attempt at recreating the “candid” photos of her peers spontaneously laughing before a group photo or meeting a touring artist was hindered greatly by the lack of returned notifications on her phone.

--

The Email notification in the corner of her monitor at 8:34 am from Carl who sat 15 feet away interrupted her morning perusal of Facebook engagements and prayer requests. After filling the tray with paper readily available to anyone in need of something to print on, Kiara sat back down and received no further communication.At 9:48 a phone rang - on the fifth ring she realized it was the phone on her desk, one she had never heard make a noise before. As the receiver reached her ear she recited what she thought was the standard company greeting, “Merit Lending, Kiara Driscoll speaking” it was the full sentence she spoke for 20 minutes.

The man holding court on the other end of the line was Malcolm Johnson, a 29-year-old car salesman that wanted answers. Car buyers skipped the hoard of salesmen and requested him to make a deal. His commission was reaching its limit yet he was struggling to pay rent, frequently skipped payments on his car, and ate ramen noodles as he watched TV on the 5 channels his interior antenna picked up. He wasn’t asking Kiara why he was struggling, he knew why he was asking Kiara why she and her company insisted on continuing their predatory policies that are putting people like him in such desperate situations. It was like he was audibly retweeting memes over the phone, “Why can’t I get a $20,000 business loan but when I’m 18 I can commit to a $200,000 loan just to go to school?”

“Sir, I don’t--” Kiara started to tell Malcolm she has nothing to do with policies, how she just makes sure the custodian dusts every once in a while.“You DO I know who you are and I know what you do. You lobby the government and go on NPR to tell us all we are lazy and need to just figure it out and get a 2nd and 3rd job to pay these loans at these rates,” Johnson ranted.

“Sir...NPR? Lobby?”

“Stop playing dumb, I heard your name, Kiara Driscoll, I called and called and your assistant kept answering”

“Assistant? I don’t have an --”“I searched some more, found this direct line, finally got you. You’re going to listen to what I have to say.”NPR, an assistant, lobbyist? None of this described the Kiara Driscoll she was. She tuned Mr. Johnson out and jumped online.

She googled herself (which isn’t rare, she sometimes google’s herself to confirm her lack of digital imprint) and added NPR to the end of the query. It brought up a story from All Things Considered, there she was defending the entire Student Loan industry, spinning the Democratic candidates’ plans of debt forgiveness as fairytales and myths.

She hadn’t said anything in some time so she mixed in an “uh-huh” so Mr. Johnson knew she was still there.Kiara searched her name in the Merit Lending internal staff directory available to HR employees. 2 results populated. There she was, office manager and her office number and extension, and another Kiara Driscoll, with VP next to her name, and an unlisted phone # and email. She clicked through to the personnel file, her namesake held the highest level of clearance in the company. She could make a difference, for better or worse.

Instagram revealed more about this parallel Kiara Driscoll, or KayDee as she called herself in her bio. KayDee lived uptown, within the zip code assigned to Philadelphia, not an off-shoot neighborhood. KayDee took spontaneous photos on exotic beaches. KayDee mingled with rock stars and had private tables at celebrity chefs’ restaurants. KayDee was single like her, but always around someone, or with someone, lack of human contact was not something they shared like they did a name.

“SO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?” Johnson interjected into Kiara’s investigation of KayDee.

“Sir, there’s nothing I can do...I’m not who--,” Kiara stopped, still pouring over the pages detailing how someone with the same name, from the same part of the country, only a few years older, could hold so much more power at the same company and feel so much more fulfilled than she.

“Fine, I can help,” Driscoll relents. “Give me your account information and I will get back to you.”

Johnson was over the moon, he said anything to help make the payments easier is all he asked for. He thanked Kiara more in 20 seconds than she had heard during her 4 years on the job. She smiled to herself and pretended it was no big deal and told him to watch his account in the coming days.Hanging up she felt invigorated. She went about her day with a new stride, new energy. It wasn’t reciprocated, but that didn’t matter, she was going to do something that made a difference. But how?

She needed clearance to get to anyone’s accounts from the back end. She needed KayDee’s clearance. Inconsequential as an office manager is, she didn’t have full access to KayDee’s file, just the basic stuff, birthday, birthplace, and a few other minor details. No passwords, no lock codes for her office door. She would need to get on a computer with more access to that information.

When Susan, there’s always a Susan in HR, left for lunch, Kiara snuck into her office as fast as she could so the computer wouldn’t go to sleep. Once on, she went to the same personnel file she was on before, but this time there was considerably more to pour through. Much to her chagrin, the 2nd largest student-loan company in the country had higher cyber-security than her post-it note of various login credentials. There was a completed field for “account access password” that was asterisked out. “*******” was all that was available to her. 7 characters, no hints.Back on Instagram, Driscoll started sifting through the hashtags KayDee used - #ThirstyThursday, #Wanderlust, #livelaughlove (groan), nothing stood out, but she seemed happiest when she was hashtagging #RVA. Back on the staff directory, “Birthplace: Richmond, Virginia”.

She put in RVA and was still 4 characters short. Instead of truly guessing, she looked to the file on her computer one more time. She was born on May 13th, 1980. RVA1980 was the first combo she put into the Accounts Portal and it was the only one she needed. Cyber-Security at your company is only as strong as your employee’s passwords.

It was too risky to do anything more so Kiara closed out of all of the windows and went back to her desk to finish out her day. At home, she waited until 8:30 pm, once she knew KayDee was nowhere near a work computer. The Instagram story from a high-end wine bar confirmed that.Kiara signed onto the account portal and found Mr. Johnson pretty quickly. He had $100,000 to go, he probably told her that on the phone but her mind was elsewhere. She had told him, and her plan remained to just make his payments manageable, make the loan less predatory. Then she remembered his gratitude, and more importantly how it made her feel and found the option to delete the account altogether. 2 clicks later and it was done. $100K, more with interest... gone. Johnson was going to flip and call her a hero, she couldn’t wait.

--

She stared at the phone all morning. She had heard nothing by 10 a.m., however, it was payment day, so maybe Johnson was avoiding checking his account for fear of seeing the red numbers pile up.10:15, “Merit Lending, Kiara Driscoll speaking”, she made sure to sit up straight and speak a bit slower to sound more official.“The fuck did you do?”It was Johnson, he sounded angry for some reason.“Sir, I helped you.”“I mean, I know that, but can you do that? Is this allowed!?”

“Sir, I am the VP of Customer Accounts, I run the accounts department, I can make these types of decisions for the right cases,” the lie felt good rolling off of Kiara’s tongue, her posture continued to improve.“Thank you, lady, you saved me, I feel like I can breathe again! What can I do for you? What do I owe you?” you could hear Johnson pacing excitedly through his apartment complex, wanting to tell everyone but unsure if he should.“Don’t worry about it, just pay it forward,” Kiara cringed at her self-help cliche, but it struck a chord with Johnson.“Yes! Yes, I will - today is a new day! Thank you!”

Kiara put her phone down calmly, but couldn’t help but let out a small “woo!” as she felt like she was finally being recognized for something. She had to keep it to herself, but she wanted to post to her facebook, twitter, and Instagram about her nobility and willingness to help others.Within a few hours coworkers started to see Kiara’s stride pick up and elongate, she suddenly held eye contact and handshakes to an uncomfortable length. As she packed up her things (just her keys and purse) her phone rang again.“Merit Lending, Kiara Driscoll speaking”, she was a pro now.

“I hear you can help people,” the voice on the other line said as if he watched a mob movie to rehearse his line.“I do what I can.”Where is this confidence coming from? Kiara thought.

The man, Richard Podolski, 40, was still under a mountain of debt and was staring at another set of loans a few years down the line as his daughter matriculated toward her “dream school” of Yale.“Why can’t kids dream of PSU-Fayette?”

“Hey, kid’s gotta dream. Let me log on tonight and see what I can do, Richard, give me a little time,” Kiara had this down pat now.She kept signing on at 8:30 pm and free people of financial burdens by 8:32. They’d call the next day at 10:15 and a friend of theirs would call at 4:55, repeating the cycle all over again.

Kiara got high on the compliments and praise. She started following the clients on Instagram and twitter and watched as they lived their lives to the fullest without that shadow over their heads. They were going on vacations, committing to each other through marriage, and feeling comfortable enough to bring a child into this world, just living. She was still on her couch, still alone, but now she was the one responsible for their joy.

There was the grandparents calling on behalf of their soon to be Cal-Berkely Alumnae, surprising her with a clean slate.

The couple from South Bend that loved their miracle triplets after years of trying to conceive, but are now facing a life behind-the-eight-ball as the boys graduate.The bank manager that can’t dig themselves out of their financial hole.

The list grew for a few weeks. Her schedule was impeccable.8:30pm-8:32 pm relieve someone of soul-crushing debt10:15 am the next day they call and thank her profusely4:55 pm as she walks out the door, a new problem to solve.

This ritual didn’t leave her much time to live the life she had planned in her head, but people appreciated her so she was chalking that up as a victory.

Eventually, she found herself in another dead in routine. The people she was helping were living their lives, she was watching from the couch. The more she thought about what she was doing to help these people, she only saw it as a burden. She felt beholden by them and started to lose joy with each fix she performed as the callers expected more and became entitled to the service she was performing.

Eventually, Kiara had to make rules she was getting so many calls. They needed to be over $50,000 in debt, they needed to pitch TO her, there needed to be a wow factor for her to feel anything anymore. It had become another monotonous, thankless habit she performed mindlessly.“One more call,” she told herself after hanging up with someone who didn’t even seem excited to not have to worry about the loan ever again.

She waited until 4:55 pm and said “Merit Lending, Kiara Driscoll speaking”, one last time.

The last call started like the first call, she didn’t get a word in for the first 10 minutes, the woman on the other end had passion, she wasn’t just asking for a handout, she was asking for a lifeline.

This was the first call since Johnson that made her excited. What was odd was she cared about the caller, Mrs. Elliott. Kiara was happy this would be her last call, go out on the highest plane of nobility.8:30 came around and it was time to sign on. R-V-A-1-9-8-0. Denied. Must have mistyped it. R-V-A-1-9-8-0. Nope.

Instagram always had the answers. She signed on and KayDee had a new story, clicking on it was just a black screen with text. “No idea how this happened, do understand it. On to better things, I guess.”NPR offered answers yet again. In a story posted at 8:29, KayDee, or Kiara Driscoll, VP of Customer Accounts at Merit Lending has been terminated for secretly removing accounts and canceling debts of over 25 people, totaling in nearly 1 million dollars in debt removed from the books.

The story was on 27 minutes old and was shared thousands of times. The comment section was a unanimous chorus singing her praises. Memes were popping up by the second. Kiara was hitting F5 constantly, frantic to see her work credited to someone by the same name and without any of the work to earn it.

Kiara’s name is the #4 trending story in the United States, but she was never pictured, it's her namesake every time. Interviews on all the daytime shows followed, the person she impersonated now impersonating her, telling her story, taking her credit. The people SHE had helped were with KayDee on set, thanking her, inviting her on trips, having their kids hug her. Experiencing things Kiara could never imagine doing herself. No matter what she did or how hard she tried.

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[curewhimsy]

Character Questionnaire- Reisei

Originally posted on DeviantArt

First, give us a quick run-down of your character. Reveal as much or as little as you want.

Reisei Kokuu (虚空冷静) is 22 years old, male (possibly cisgender, yet up to interpretation), and Japanese. He is a rather minor character in the Whimsica universe but he has his own short story about him and Tamika, Flowery Sky. It’s anout how the two meet, enter a relationship, and grow into adulthood. His last name means “Empty Sky”, alluding to the name of one of his poems about being lonely. His first name translates to “calm”.

Reisei is shy, soft-spoken, sensitive, and intuitive. He writes poetry and has a very serene and delicate heart. His poems are mostly about nature and using imagery to convey emotion. He is very docile and hospitable. He wants to be a doctor.

Reisei’s birthday is September 9. He is 5’9” and 200 pounds, which is overweight. His hair is a dark gray, along with his eyes. He is quite sickly, often succumbing to common ailments due to a weak immune system.

In the Whimsica universe he is a rabbit fauna, meaning he has rabbit DNA which manifests itself as long floppy ears on his head and a puffy round tail. In this magical universe he also has powers that have to do with healing, and his spells are possibly poems.

What is their nose shape? Long? Pointed? Round? Broad? Thin?

Reisei’s nose is basically a very average nose, but a bit on the round side.

If your OC had an account on deviantART what would their username be? What kind of things would they post?

His username would be something like kodoku-na-aozora (Lonely Blue Sky) or shuzuka-na-kanata (Quiet Distance)

And of course, he would post his poetry. Maybe some photography too.

How could your OC be parodied, mocked, or exaggerated? (Example: A character who tends to cry a lot is parodied by being portrayed as more emotional than they really are.)

Reisei would talk in poems. Every time he feels any sort of emotion he would go on a long, flowery, and poetic rant about how he’s feeling. He would also be very expressive, theatrical, fainting a lot and perhaps even literally being the sky.

What genre of story could you most see your character being in? Does this match their current genre?

Honestly I could most easily just see him in a very touching slice-of-life anime. I threw him in a fantasy story to switch things up though.

Does your OC prefer seriousness or comedy?

Reisei is a bit more on the serious side though he does appreciate good comedy.

If they were a genre of music, which would they be?

Very, very calming slow songs of a wide range of genres. Atmospheric music perhaps.

If they were a month, which would they be?

April, a very gentle and mild month where everything begins coming back to life. I could also see him being November, a quieter month that often feels a bit wistful.

What canon characters do they remind you of?

You know, Reisei is one of my rare characters that aren’t inspired by any characters from other media whatsoever. However I would have to say he is a bit like Mio Akiyama from K-ON, who is a lyricist and has a gentle personality. However, Reisei doesn’t have Mio’s strictness and probably wouldn’t punch Ritsu like Mio sometimes does.

Also he’s not a fictional character but. Adam Young. (Owl City)

If they were one of the seven deadly sins, which would they be?

This is strange, but Reisei would be lust. But it’s a different kind of lust. Not sexual. He has many, many different self-indulgent desires. Wanderlust perhaps.

Least favorite color?

Reisei finds beauty in all the colors as they are all part of nature and each can evoke a wide range of different emotion. Red can be of a rose as much as it can be of a gentle sunset.

Any inside jokes or memes related to your character? Are they easy to poke fun at?

Rei is gay and that’s okay. He’s actually bisexual however.

Also, what do you call a RAY that has something to SAY?

Defining characteristics?

He’s a poet who wants to be a doctor. He’s sensitive and soft-spoken. He’s often sick. He’s very sweet and generous. He’s also a bunny fauna.

What does their voice sound like?

It’s quite clear, a bit low and soft-sounding. He has a bit of a stutter.

Imagine that your character had an official character songs CD with two songs on it. List what the titles might be, what they’re about, the genre, and generally what they sound like.

Oh boy, here comes my favorite question. Reisei’s character songs would be his poems. But as songs.

Song 1: 雨空の独白 (Amazora no Dokuhaku) [Rainy Sky Monologue]

Reisei basically talking to himself about how beautiful life is yet how lonely it is when you have nobody to share it all with. It’s somewhat upbeat yet the lyrics are a bit... sad. There’s a piano in it.

Song 2: 幸せの涙 (Shiawase no Namida) [Tears of Happiness]

Song is ambiguously about Tamika. It’s basically about Reisei being thankful that she’s always there for him to the point where he’s moved enough to cry. It’s a bit slower than the first song and sounds a bit sad. It’s really both a sad and happy song. There is a piano. Sounds a bit like Nawatobi from Love Live. One line from it is “I’m very, very happy. So why is it that I’m crying?” Another line compares his feelings to a sunshower, when the sun is out during a light rain, symbolizing happy tears. “It’s strange, yet special, because it’s a time we can see beautiful rainbows.”

What if the funniest thing about your character?

HE’S SO CORNY AND HIS POEMS ARE CHEESY.

What would you say are your character’s strangest or most unique traits?

His handwriting is perfect, it’s like print. He has floppy ears as a rabbit fauna. Very long floppy ears. Also, rabbits and other small rodents seem to be drawn to him. It’s like he radiates peace.

Humorous running gags that apply to them? (Example: A repeated funny thing happens to them.)

Whenever Reisei sees a mime he gets so irrationally angry for no reason.

Character’s voice type? (Soprano, alto, contralto, tenor, baritone, etc.)

He has a tenor voice type, it’s not really that deep. Just like your poems, Reisei.

Okay, that was mean. Sorry. His poems are probably wonderful.

How well are they at drawing?

Average I guess. But his handwriting is godly.

Are they idealistic and dream of a perfect world? Or do they believe that life is meant to be tough? Maybe they’re somewhere in between, perhaps?

Reisei is very much the idealistic, dreamy type. His view is that the world may not be perfect, but we should all be striving for it to be.

Blood type?

O+

Name some TV Tropes that apply.

I’m going to skip this one because I’m lazy and can’t think of anything. Sorry.

What about your OC do you find difficult to write? (Examples: Tastes that don’t match yours, different ways of thinking)

I find it difficult to write his poems because I’m not really a good poet.

How are they different from you? How are they similar to you?

He’s quite similar to me actually. We’re idealistic and wishy-washy and soft and all that.

He’s different from me as he writes poems as I prefer to write stories. My handwriting is terrible. He’s more serious than me and I’m a big goofball.

Choose any random established character. Now, write if your OC would get along with them or not.

Reisei would get along fairly well with Umi Sonoda. They both write poems. Umi is shy, but not as shy as Reisei. Umi is a bit more serious than Reisei. I could see her being protective of him. I could see them writing songs together.

Is your character someone you would like to meet or be friends with?

Sure! He’s a very nice person and has the same views on the world as me. We could have long conversations about nice things, provided he would talk. He’s very shy.

If you were to ever be able to spend an hour with them, what would you do with them within that hour? If it involves asking them something, then what?

I would just. Have that aforementioned long conversation with him. I would also ask him about his life and such. I know my job as a writer is to make that up myself, but... hey....

Would you consider your character emotional? Why or why not?

He is very much emotional. He has all these feelings they he conveys through his writing.

Why did you create this character? What message or story are they supposed to tell?

Reisei is really just... I feel like he’s a part of me. The lonely and yearning part of me.

He’s also meant to prove that men can be soft and sensitive too and that it’s okay for them to be like that.

What inspired the creation of your character? It can be anything.

It was actually a dream that inspired the first few parts of him. I forgot it, but I think I fell asleep listening to https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JcHl1JgIW6A

I first saw him in that dream... an emotional, sickly boy who liked to create things...

On a scale of 1 to 10, how sensitive are they? (1 being lowest, 10 being highest)

I would give this guy a big fat 10. Not only is he sensitive, he’s also intuitive and almost connected with other people’s emotions.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how well do they fit the definition of “cute”?

I’d say 8. He’s pretty cute. He likes cute things. He plays Animal Crossing. His room is “like a girl’s room”. He collects stuffed animals. The ting that keeps him from being a 9 or a 10 is his rather plain appearance, yet I think being plain on the outside fits him.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how funny are they?

I’d give him a 5. He’s... average. He has a sense of humor but he isn’t my funniest character, nor my easiest to poke fun at. Most of his humor relies on his poems being cheesy or his silly clumsiness. Luana pokes fun at his name, calling him stingray. Again, he’s not my funniest character. He has a more serious purpose.

On a scale of 1 to 10, is your character’s life ordinary, or anything but? (1 being ordinary, 10 being outlandish)

He’s one of my rare characters with an actual normal life of some sort. By Whimsica standards maybe. But by other standards, he would be a 5. I would say 5.

Name something unexpected about your character.

Reisei is a top! In bed! He’s a TOP! You thought he was going to be a bottom but no! Reisei is a top!

Also, he likes Pokemon and is somewhat into it competitively. It’s unexpected because he doesn’t strike people as being competitive.

Are they a typical inhabitant of their world, or do they have things that set them apart from being a normal person?

By Whimsica standards he is ordinary. Very ordinary. He’s your random typical normal guy. Faunas are everywhere. It doesn’t matter if he’s part rabbit. There’s also talking rabbits and furries living in Whimsica! (The furries are called Anthromorphs)

Does your character snore?

A little bit! It’s quiet. Tamika says it’s cute.

How much has your character changed since you first created them? Write a scenario where the current one meets the first version.

The very first Reisei that popped in my head was actually a story writer rather than a poem writer. He was going to be just as quiet, but maybe not as sensitive. He was more blunt. He had black hair and blue eyes. He was skinny. He wasn’t a rabbit fauna at the time. He was also a high school student. The current Reisei met Tamika in high school and has a story that takes place in high school, but in the current timeline he is 22 during the main events of Whimsica Saga.

I’m going to skip writing the scenario though, because the change wasn’t that drastic. Also I’m lazy. Heh.

How does your character change or develop the most through the course of their story?

He goes from being very lonely and shy to coming out of his shell a bit and being able to show his true self.

What food can’t your character just not stand?

Reisei hates tomatoes. He thinks they taste like grass.

Does your character have anything else that they can’t stand?

Mimes. Also, the usual stuff like bullies and unfairness.

What are your character’s hands like? Size? Shape? Are they callused or smooth?

His hands are kind of square-shaped, smooth, a little bit hairy. (Just above the knuckles. Yes, some people have hair there.)

What’s the most cliche thing about your character? Do you like them that way, or do you seek to improve them?

Rei is cliche and that’s okay. Rei is cliche and I like him that way.

Silly poem aside, I do think he’s a little bit cliche? But usually it’s a girl character with Reisei’s personality. Reisei is a male. It makes him a little bit different I guess.

But still, I really, really like him this way. He’s pure and has a big heart.

What are misconceptions that are made about your character? This could either be in-universe or IRL people’s first impressions.

In-universe, people usually think he’s boring or don’t know who he is because he never talks.

IRL? Um... maybe the fact that nobody saw it coming that he was a top! Not a bottom!

What would they be if they were an animal?

A dark gray rabbit with big floppy ears.

If your character had a candy made after them, what kind would it be?

Marshmallows shaped like clouds and stars.

Your character is in a band. Would they be a vocalist, guitarist, bassist, drummer, or keyboardist?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

I think he would be the keyboardist.

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Never Be A Lodge

Request: Yes / No  Can I request a story where you’re Hermione’s daughter and Veronica’s half-sister and You’re constantly getting into fights with Hermione and Hiram over seeing Sweet Pea. One night you manage to slip away and meet up with Sweets but Hiram tracks you down and takes you away from him, then threatening you to start acting like a Lodge and also threatens to hurt Sweets if you didn’t stop seeing him? Anon

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1168

Warnings: Hiram being Hiram

Y/N: Your Name

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Veronica Lodge was my younger sister, but only my half-sister. We shared a mother but not a father. I wasn’t a Lodge by blood. This meant that I wasn’t really Hiram’s favorite, he cared about me only because he loved my mother. I wasn’t his blood so he didn’t really love me, he just put up with me. When we moved to Riverdale I was so happy. I hated New York, it was so noisy and there were too many people. Riverdale was a small town, it was quiet and everyone knew each other. Everyone knew about me and Veronica, but they didn’t know that I wasn’t actually a Lodge. I had to correct everyone all the time. Once people found out that I wasn’t a Lodge by blood they didn’t bother me as much as they did with Veronica. Honestly, when Hiram went to jail I thought that was it. But of course, he wasn’t gonna stay in jail to serve his full sentence. Veronica came home one night to find him home, for good…

Once he came home I tried to spend as little time at home as possible. I started going to the Southside to hand out with Jughead. When Jughead got transferred to Southside High, he introduced me to his new Serpent friends. Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea. All three of them were shockingly very accepting of me. As I got to know them I started having feelings for Sweet Pea, I was always into the bad boys and it usually pissed Hiram off. Toni, Jughead, and Fangs told me Sweet Pea wasn’t the relationship type of guy. Funny enough later that night he asked me out, I obviously accepted. We’ve been dating ever since.

“This is going to ruin our plans!” Hiram shouted at me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

“I don’t care about your plans.” I said putting an emphasis on your.

“Y/N darling, you are part of this family which means your part of this plan. We need you to cooperate so everything will work.” My mother said and I laughed.

“I’m part of your family, not his.” I said narrowing my eyes at Hiram.

“You’re a Lodge now, whether you like it or not. Get in line!” He growled and then stormed off.

“Y/N, he’s your father now so start respecting him.” My mother said and also walked off. I rolled my eyes and went to my room. I spent a few hours texting Toni about how horrible my family was. But then Sweets texted me asking if I wanted to spend the night with him and stay at his place. I told him to pick me up and he said he would be here in about fifteen minutes. I got dressed in something cute then snuck out of the Pembrook. I went to the lobby and went out the back. I ran to the front and there was Sweets on his bike. I ran up and kissed him.

“Hey babe, you ready?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, let’s hurry before Hiram notices I’m gone.” I said and he nodded. I hopped on the back and wrapped my arms around him as he sped off. We went to the Wyrm to play some pool and drink a bit. I was sitting at the bar with Toni while the two of us watch Fangs lose at pool again.

“Seriously!? Again?” Fangs groaned.

“Drinks are on you, again.” Sweet Pea smirked as they walked over to us. He kissed me and Toni and Fangs made fake puking noises. We pulled away and each shoved them then we all laughed.

“Looks like you released Sweet Pea’s heart from the darkness that was holding it.” Toni said and I laughed. Sweets narrowed his eyes at her and she just smirked.

“Let’s get some drinks, they’re on Fangs!” Sweet said and Fangs groaned.

“It’s your fault for playing against him.” Toni pointed out and he glared at him.

“She is right.” I said and he turned his glare to me.

The four of us drank a bit, not enough to get drunk though. Well, Sweets didn’t I wanted to drink enough to forget my family existed. The three of them stopped me from getting too drunk, just a little drunk.

“Alright babe, it’s getting late. Let’s get back to my place.” He said pulling me off the bar stool.

“Ooooo.” Fangs and Toni said with a giggle.

“Not like that you two!” Sweets said and I giggled.

“Sure Pea, sure.” Fangs said wiggling his eyebrow.

“Whatever, we’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He said and we walked out of the bar. We were about to get on his bike when someone called my name. I turned to see a pissed off Hiram coming our way.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing sneaking out to the Southside? Especially with this lowlife!” He said and grabbed my arm.

“You are coming with me right now.” He said and started pulling me away. I tore my arm away from him and glared at him.

“No way!” I said and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“Are you drunk?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“Like you care.” I said. Sweet Pea came up behind me and I could tell he was angry but I stopped him from doing anything. This wasn’t his fight.

“You are a Lodge! you may not be one by blood, but you are your mother's daughter which makes you a Lodge now. So you better start acting like one or things are about to get very hard for you.” He threatened.

“You are not my father and I am not a Lodge. I don’t care that my mom made a stupid decision to marry you, but I am not and will not ever be a Lodge.” I growled and Hiram looked at me then raised his eyebrow.

“If you don’t start acting like a Lodge and break up with this snake… Let’s just say something not very nice is going to happen. I will not harm you because whether or not you accept it, I am your father now.” He said and then smirked.

“If you even touch him I will not hesitate to tell my mother about your little plans.” I threatened back.

“Who do you think she’ll believe? A little girl that’s rebelling and would say anything to get rid of me, or her loving husband?” He asked and I narrowed my eyes at him once again.

“You can either come home with me and your little snake is safe or you can go with him and he may not live to see another day.” Hiram said and I growled. I turned to look at Sweet Pea and mouthed an ‘I’m sorry…’ He just nodded. Hiram grabbed me and dragged me away.

“That was the right choice, mija.” He said and I could hear the smirk in voice. Oh, he’s was gonna pay.

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Wrong Idea For the Right Reason

Request: Yes / No I don't know if it's too much but 16, 20, 54, 62, 121, 168 with Sweet Pea Anon

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Male!Reader

Word count:  1635

Warnings: Fake cheating I guess?

Y/N: Your Name

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The Southside was at Riverdale High now and it was an interesting experience. I stayed away from them because, if I was honest, they were kind of intimidating and I didn’t want any trouble. I was doing a pretty good job until I walked into science and saw a tall Serpent sitting at my table… I bit my lip and took my seat next to him. He looked at me and I just opened my textbook and started studying. I thought he would say something to me but he didn’t, thank god. The teacher walked in not long after and started class.

“Okay, everyone open your books to page 325, read that chapter and then answer the questions.” He said and everyone started moving. I flipped to the page and started reading.

“Can I borrow that book of yours?” I heard the boy next to me ask. I looked up at him confused and then saw he didn’t have a textbook. 

“Huh?” I asked. 

“I don’t have a textbook and they don’t have any left, they said they’re getting more but who knows when that’ll be.” He said. 

“Um, yeah if you’re okay with sharing.” I said with a small smile. 

“No problem.” He said returning my smile. I pushed my textbook in between us and we started reading. At first it was a little awkward and I was reading faster than him, but then after the first two pages I just assumed I finished before him and let him turn the pages. Finally we got to the questions and we answered them. The bell rang and I gathered my things, handed in my work and then left the classroom to go to lunch. I was at my locker and putting things away when someone came up next to me. 

“Thanks for letting me use you book.” The familiar voice of the tall Serpent filled my ears. 

“It was no problem, I’m sorry I flipped the pages before you were finished…” I said quietly.

 “Don’t worry about it, I’m Sweet Pea by the way.” He said and I looked up at him. 

“Y/N.” I said with a small smile. 

“Y/N, nice name for a pretty girl.” He said. I blushed and my eyes widened. 

“Um… T-thank you…” I stuttered and he smirked. 

“Do I make you nervous?” He asked moving closer to me. My breath hitched in my throat and I just stared at him. 

“Sweet Pea!” I heard Jughead call him. 

“What are you doing to Y/N?” He asked walking over and pushing him away from me. 

“Nothing, just saying thank you.” He said. 

“Was he bothering you Y/N?” Jughead asked me and I shook my head. 

“No, no he was just saying thank you.” I said and Jughead raised his brow. 

“For what?” He asked. 

“Jones, we shared a textbook in class.” Sweet Pea said rolling his eyes.

“Alright, well just leave her alone.” Jughead said. 

“I think she can make that decision on her own.” Sweet Pea said. The two boys looked at me and I bit my lip. 

“I-it’s okay Jug…” I said quietly and he gave me a look. 

“Are you sure?” He asked and I nodded. 

“Okay, just tell me if he gives you any trouble.” He said and I nodded with a smile. Jughead walked off and Sweet Pea smirked at me again. 

“Why so nervous Y/N?” He asked and I bit my lip again. 

“N-no reason…” I said. 

“I think you’re lying.” He said moving closer. 

“Just tell me.” He said and I blushed. 

“I-I just get n-nervous around the Serpents…” I said quietly. 

“Because we’re a gang? Because you’re just like every other Northsider?” He asked getting angry. I quickly shook my head. 

“No, you guys are just intimidating. Jughead told me it was because you put on an attitude because you guys are from the Southside and that’s just how you grew up and I guess it just makes me nervous and I never wanted to start any trouble so I just stayed away to avoid anything like this, and I’m just sorry that I made you think it was because of something so stupid like you being from the Southside. Not to say the Southside is stupid, I just-” 

“Take a breath Y/N.” He said with a smile. I took a breath and looked up at him. 

“You’re not like the other Northsiders, are you?” He said and I just shrugged. 

“I don’t hate you guys if that’s what you mean.” I answered closing my locker. 

“I think we’ll get along great.” He smirked and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. 

 That was six months ago… Sweet Pea asked me on a date a week after that and I accepted. He was actually really kind and I did kind of have a crush on him before he talked to me. We’ve been together ever since. The Serpents and Ghoulies were at war. Sweet Pea and my new friends were worried about me. They thought that because of Sweet Pea’s hot head and how he had a fight with Malachai, that they might try and go after me. I told them not to worry so much, the Ghoulies would be stupid to bring a Northsider into their fight. It was Saturday and I was driving to the Wyrm to hang out with my boyfriend and friends. I opened the large doors to the bar and walked over to the bar. Toni saw me and smiled. I sat down and she walked over to me. 

“Hey girl, how’s it going?” She asked taking out a cut and filling it with soda. 

“Good, how are you?” I asked with a smile. 

“Pretty good, well as good as I can be having to listen to Fangs and Pea argue about pool for the millionth time.” She said rolling her eyes. I giggled and took a sip of my drink. 

“Is that what they’re doing now?” I asked and turned around. I scanned the room and what I saw broke my heart. Sweet Pea had his arms around another girl… I turned back around and my vision started to blur. 

“Y/N? What’s wro-” Toni started but cut herself off. 

“That son of a bitch!” She growled. 

“Hey ladies.” Fangs said and sat next to me. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked worried. 

“Take a look at your best friend.” Toni said annoyed. Fangs turned around and quickly turned back. 

“I told him that was a stupid idea!” Fangs said. Toni and I looked at each other than him. 

“What do you mean?” She asked. Fangs sighed and shook his head. 

“He said he wanted to push you away because he couldn’t bring himself to break up with you…” He said and my eyes widened. 

“Hey guys.” Sweet Pea’s voice filled my ears. I looked back at him and he looked at me. A tear escaped my eye and I got up. 

“You’re in trouble now.” Fangs said to him. Instead of yelling at him, I ran out to my car. I pulled out my keys and tried to unlock the door, but I was already crying too hard that I couldn’t. 

“Y/N wait!” I heard Sweet Pea call. 

“If you wanted to break up, you should have just told me!” I said with tears flowing down my face. 

“I’m sorry, but it’s better this way…” He said and I shook my head. 

“No! That hurts more than anything you could have said!” I cried. 

“I never meant to hurt you.” He said sadly and I shook my head.

“Well you did!” I said and turned to face my car again. Sweet Pea grabbed my keys from me and I looked up at him.

“I didn’t want to break up with you because I love you.” He said and I shook my head.

“Some way of showing it…” I said and he sighed. He pulled me to him and I tried to get away from him.

“I want to protect you.” He whispered. I stopped struggling and looked up at him. Realization hit me and I thought about what Fangs said.

“Is this because of the Ghoulies?” I asked. He looked down at me and nodded.

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” He said and I sighed.

“So you thought cheating on me was better?” I asked pulling out of his grasp.

“I thought if it looked like I was you would break up with me and be safe, I figured it wouldn’t hurt you so much…” He said.

“Why? Because I’m a Northsider?” I asked and he nodded.

“Sweet Pea how many damn times do I have to tell you that I don’t care if you’re from the Southside!” I said annoyed.

“I know, I know but I just thought that… I don’t know…” He said with a sigh. I shook my head at him.

“I’m not use to feeling that this…” He said and I sighed.

“I know, neither am I…” I said.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, can we just forget about this?” He asked.

“Even the part where you said you love me?” I asked with a smirk.

“Okay, well maybe not that part…” He said with a small smile. I giggled and he pulled me to him again.

“So you forgive me?” He asked and I thought about it.

“On one condition.” I said and he nodded for me to continue.

“Please don’t hurt me like this again.” I said and he smiled.

“Never again, I swear.” He said and I smiled. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet my lips.

“I love you too Sweet Pea.” I said when we pulled apart. He smiled and kissed me again.

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blindspot fanfic: master post

I’m officially making the move over here from @still-with-hearts-beating!

Thought I would open up my new (and now, only!) blog with a master post of all my Blindspot fics, including those written for the #bspromptchallenge and the #bsABCchallenge.

More fics to come soon and, going forward, they’ll all be posted here! For now, find all 92(!) of my fics linked below.

what i never knew i always wanted i think i wanna marry you starlight hope what i never knew i always wanted wheel of the world in your atmosphere closer (rated: M) tangled up (in your atmosphere) (rated: M) a dream of our own hello, you beautiful thing a little light in the dark golden little miss perfect [part one] | [part two] | [part three] | [part four] (rated: M) the little things tiny dancer intuition sunshine and paper crowns sweet night light

friendship stubborn love

fluff + romance home where i want to be (rated: M) all i want is to stay us, to stay with you now and if my heart should somehow stop one sweet love stay for a while (or forever) give me your hand and i’ll give you my heart ready to be happy with you so very beautiful in the light [make me feel] good (rated: M)

angst lighthome (rated: M)

#bspromptchallenge: 30 days day 1. battle/battlescars/wounds/injuries: the shape of you day 2. team/family: someone to watch over me day 3. friends/enemies: criminal-ish day 4. past/history/memories: long way around day 5. redemption: i will be your remedy day 6. war/peace: canvas day 7. love: you might break my heart [but i’m still yours] day 8. anger/angry: son of sorrow day 9. betrayal/lies/trust: enough for now day 10. in memoriam/death: [find me] in the shallows day 11. humor/comedy/laughs: surprise me day 12. tears/heartbreak/sadness: i wonder if… day 13. future: when i wasn’t looking day 14. food/drinks: 41 flavors day 15. hurt/comfort: somewhere, somehow [we’ll have another chance] day 16. undercover: lover, come back to me day 17. interrupted/cockblocked: all the luck bonus!fic:  cake day 18. outfits/wardrobe/costumes: i looked up and you were gone day 19. men vs women/ men/women: if you ask, [yes] i’ll answer day 20. trains/planes/automobiles + day 21. children/babies/parents: how long do you want to be loved [is forever enough?] day 22. locations/landmarks: hold on to hope, love day 23. new york city: this love is ours day 24. guests/parties/gatherings: …over the rainbow day 25. languages/international: wanderlust day 26. puzzles/games: i found you [and you] day 27. hair/beards: simple as it should be day 28. locker room/patterson’s lab/kurt’s office/meeting room/the nyo: do you think about me [like i think about you] day 29. home/house/apartment: it could be everything day 30. tattoos: hello, world bonus!fic: when i fall in love [it will be forever]

#bsABCchallenge: A-Z allies/alliances: after the storm badass: beginning cia: the captain dress: delicate elevator: electric fights & felix: feels just like it should gord enver/rich dotcom: give a little bit hirst: here ian kruger aka roman: in a world, in the world jane: just a little while longer kurt: know you better loss: lost and found mayfair: matter of time nightmares: new heights oliver: on our way patterson: punishment questions: quickly, quietly, completely rebellion: remember when sarah weller: somewhere out there terrorism: this time underground: undiscovered vests: valor weapons: we found love x-ray: xoxo years: you make it real zapata: zero to one hundred